I grew up in Colorado, where men are men and sheep run scared. Or so the saying goes.
In fact, I grew up right in the heart of sheep country. My high school football team was even called — I kid you not — the Lambkins. Not exactly a name to strike fear the heart of opposing teams.
So I know that look.
The same one I saw in the face of the woman driving the BMW this afternoon.
I was cruising down a side street in Brentwood, making my way home from today’s ride when I saw her car waiting at a stop sign up ahead. I watched closely as she looked to her right and waited. And waited.
Even though I knew better, I decided to ride past her, since I had the right of way and there was no way of knowing how long she was going to sit there. Besides, she still hadn’t cast a single glance to her left.
But sure enough, that was exactly when she started to turn left — without ever looking my direction.
So I yelled “Look out!” and jammed on my brakes; she hit hers and we both skidded to a stop, ending up with me directly in front of her. And as I looked at her, she gazed back with the same uncomprehending expression I normally associate with wool-wrapped ruminants.
I was tempted to say something, but it was clear it would just be a waste breath. So I shook my head and rode on, leaving her sitting there with that same blank look on her face.
Then there was the earlier incident, as I was just starting my ride, when I pulled away from a stop sign about the same time as an SUV going in the other direction — only to have her brake angrily as I blocked her from making the left she hadn’t signaled for.
Seeing her window open, I shouted, “Turn signal would be nice.”
And as I went by, I heard a woman in the crosswalk next to me say, “Yeah, good luck with that!”
After nearly five years of delays, the Transportation Committee wants to see some progress on getting Sharrows on the street — official ones, this time. Committee Chair Bill Rosendahl wants some answers by next month; LAist says maybe by May; LADOT just says maybe.
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My fav was always “Use your turn signal, not telepathy.”
are you dissin’ our Lambkins?
I would be as they sound about as hard as jelly.
Ted – the sheep quote is one regularly used for down here too. The Aussies love trying to brand us as a bunch of sheep shaggers.
Hey, we won conference made it to the state playoffs a couple times when I was there. I think with a name like that, you have be a little tougher than the rest just to show your face in public. Sort of like A Boy Named Sue.
And I’m not surprised about that saying traveling your way, as well. You guys are even more famous for sheep than the Scots.
I would make comments about American Football and its purported toughness (in comparison to Rugby, Rugby League and Aussie Rules), but seeing its a US blog I don’t want to get a kicking. Hahaha.
Name wise, I can’t really talk, the region I grew up in our local team was nicknamed ‘The Mooloo Men’ after the effeminate local cow mascot. Then again they’re generally one of the best sides in the country.
We did have something like 40mil sheep to about 3.5million people at one stage. Hahaha.